She May Not Be Cute Novels & Stories

She is not better than her but she is not like her. "You are looking so sexy in this saree. I want to f**k you again so hard that you won't be able to walk for days."I said

she is really a one-piece material. "Ok fine. Then what you are tired of?" He asked now wanting to share her grief at least. "To act like a brave strong girl" she blinked her eyes to release the drops of tears making his heart crush with her words. She is indeed a cute fragile girl. but why does she always mask it with a fake attitude? Sandy didn't want to intervene anything about her life without her permission. he surely wants to know about her. but not like this. He wanted her to open up with her full sanity.

When the dessert arrived, the older woman couldn't wait any longer and blurted out, "I'm sure your mother told you why we are gathering here right?" Like her, K Whatever didn't roundabout and replied, "Marrying one of your sons? Sure! As long as it's him!" As she didn't want to point at anyone, K Whatever lay her hand in the air in front of Sebastian simply indicating it's him, "You see, just recently, I find guys with eyeglasses are cute! The rest are... Meh!" The rest are ... Meh? Does that mean the other men are meh?! The older woman finds it insulting but just thought she would be easy. She didn't need to please the young girl as long as he marries Sebastian, fortunately, she chose him h

How silly! "Well there is, it's just that you are going there with your prince charming" I blush at that "Tch! Zion isn't a prince charming" "Huh yeah! He's not. He is a prince sexy" she utters with a teasing smile I roll my eyes blushing "Shut up Anne"

And they’re unfortunate because of the constant jealousy of their partners, for silly reasons as shallow as being too noticeable. Good thing, I'm not beautiful. Just cute. 😆😆😆 With long hair. I wasn’t sure if it’s the length of my hair or that woman that made me sick. Just trust, Sena. Sean will kick that woman. I was suddenly happy when she left Sean's side. Bleh. But,

Just as I took off the suit, which was clearly a size too small, Sylvie Thompson walked through the door. She reeked of alcohol, kicked off her high heels without care, and offered a half-hearted compliment. "Nice suit. Looks good on you." Her eyes didn't linger. She didn't even glance at me twice. Instead, she pulled her car keys from her purse and tossed them onto the table. "Take this tomorrow. Everyone attending will be someone of status. And make sure to find a makeup artist for that face of yours—cover up the scar."

“I tend to say stupid stuff. I mean, Sabrina isn’t all that. No way she even looks like you. I was just trying to connect the dots, but that was just stupid anyway. “Stupid? Isn’t she cute though?” I push gently, curious to know what he thinks of me. “Well… she is, but not as hot as you,” he grins. “She packs her hair up in this tight bun and wears these weird fashion sandals from the ‘90s. Pretty but outdated, if you ask me.” “Wow,” I raise a brow. “You sound like you don’t like her.” “I don’t hate her,” he shrugs. “She’s just… bold. Scary bold. Looks like the type who can stab a man without blinking. I admire her, but she is not my style.”

she hummed “not the best first impression to make. But if you must know, I would rather just cut it off completely . It's such a shame, though. I like your hair. It's very pretty.”

"What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that the only good-looking girls you've ever encountered had sex with you and most of them only wanted your money. And while them wanting your money doesn't necessarily bother you because you have loads, them not being smart makes them boring and shallow. But that doesn't mean there are no real women out there who also look good." She takes a breath. "I mean, look at me." Isabella's dark blonde hair and green eyes have always made her beautiful, and she has always been the smartest person Matteo knows by default.

“You know why I don’t want you here, huh? What do you think you know?” A frown of incredulity wrinkled her brow. “I know what men have been saying about me since puberty hit. I rarely wear makeup and I don’t own a dress. I hate lace and I think fatigue pants are a great fashion do, despite what magazines say. I never mastered the fine arts of giggling and eyelash batting. I like fishing, loathe cooking, and can drink a six-pack of beer in under four minutes, if challenged.” She tossed back her head, fighting tears, and her face said that she was annoyed because of it. “I’m a tomboy. And I know for a lot of guys—for you—it’s a turnoff.” Her comment was so wrong, Deke almost couldn’t process i